The Mini: crocodile, special, sleep, droll, turn around
The Ten Word: exacerbate, leotard, path, tomato, Jungle Book, vagabond, parade, limber, storage, Maharajah
Brent and Robert were standing at the window of the nursery looking in at all the sleeping babies. Both of their wives had recently given birth and they were comparing notes on how special it was to be fathers for the first time. That was, until they looked at the baby in the very last crib. Brent turned around, and with a droll tone said, "Good Lord in heaven, did you see the face on this one? That poor kid's mother must have mated with a crocodile!"
Unamused, Robert replied, "That baby's mother is my wife ya jerk face! She had non-identical twins."
The Ten Word
The Ten Word
"The path to enlightenment can be gained only after you achieve oneness with your inner being." touted a small well fit Indian woman.
The leotard clad women in the class were trying their best just to "achieve" the various positions that were being shown by the instructor, the part about "oneness" was still a ways off for most of them. One of the women, Susan wasn't just having a hard time with the exercises, she was downright frustrated and miserable. She simply was not limber enough to contort her body the way she was being told to.
"Where's that damned assistant with the extra mat from the storage locker I requested?", Susan thought. Her face was as red as a vine ripened tomato now, with her head on the flimsy little mat that was provided, and her feet up in the air, Susan was really growing tired of this whole charade. To compound her exacerbation with the entire process, the little toothpick sized woman in the front of the room kept parading back and forth with an enlarged photograph of the Maharajah as if that was supposed to be some type of motivation to all the ladies.
"He looks more like that character from the "Jungle Book" movie than any sort of enlightened one," Susan thought.
What she, and the other ladies in the room, didn't realize was the man in the photo was Ted Washington, once a vagabond who had concocted this little scheme along with a half dozen other transients. Together, they had scraped up enough money to get their plan off the ground, and now a year later were traveling the countryside charging women a hundred bucks a shot for their game that consisted of nothing more than some made up stretches and a promise for eternal happiness.